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Is it still a wonderful life in 2018?

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Only one film has ever made me cry with happiness. Frank Capra’s 1946 classic It’s a Wonderful Life may be 72 years old but it is still a staple of the Christmas season and of American cinema as a whole. It is surprising, then, in light of its associations with festivity, that the film has such strong socialist themes and was at one point investigated by the FBI for being “Communist propaganda”.

The film follows the life of George Bailey, a man who aspires to travel the world and become an architect. Circumstances force George to leave his dreams behind and to take up the job of running his late father’s bank and building association instead. When he is accused of losing $8,000 from the bank, he is threatened with debt and imprisonment and goes to a bridge to attempt suicide. It is only when a wingless angel named Clarence shows him what the town would be like if he had never been born that he understands how much value he has in the town. Realising that he wants to live, George goes home to embrace his family, just as the townspeople offer him enough money to pay off the bank’s debt.

At first, the narrative might seem to be a typical black and white, feel-good slice of Americana, with its white picket fences, celestial appearances and Jimmy Stewart at his most wholesome. However, the antagonist of the film, Mr Potter, is the embodiment of miserliness and capitalist greed. He aims to have a monopoly over the town, with people having no choice but to rent his poorly constructed homes that they could be evicted from at any moment. He is a caricature, but one no longer so difficult to believe in – an early 20th century Jeff Bezos or Rupert Murdoch, of sorts. We live in a world run by Mr Potters, and Bedford Falls without a George Bailey is not too far from where we are now.

The 2008 financial crisis was the worst recession since the Great Depression. Redundancy, cash-for-gold adverts, small businesses shutting down, and food banks opening up – these facets of the recession are all imprinted on the national consciousness. It seems that Capra’s vision of ‘Pottersville’ was not too much of an exaggeration of financial misery and exploitation.

In the film, Bailey’s Buildings and Loans Association is, according to the protagonist, the only institution stopping the people of Bedford Falls from having to go to Potter. George may not be carrying Das Kapital around on him, but he does offer something more cooperative and ethical. He at least cares about the humanity and quality of life of others. Perhaps it says more about the severity of the anxiety during the Red Scare that this film was considered communist, but at the very least it makes a stand against the dehumanising effects of capitalism. As his brother says at the end of the film, George is “the richest man in town” – not because of his finances, but because he has touched the lives of so many people and has so many people who love him.

The film’s ending may be sentimental, but its power only comes about because the rest of the film is so truly depressing. We see George stuck in this small town, his every chance to leave shot down by chance. He wants to travel the world but has to stay put after his father dies of a stroke (implied to have been caused because of the stress of having to deal with Potter). He cannot even go on his honeymoon, because the Wall Street Crash has driven the townspeople into a panic and he has to use his own money to keep his bank open. Noticeably, it is never anyone else’s fault, but rather the result of an unfairly structured society and the unfairness of life itself.

By the end of the film, George is still working at the bank and has still never left Bedford Falls, but he sees that he never needed to leave in order to live a fulfilled life. In this way the film is realistic, in telling its viewer that if your dreams do not work out, you need to move on and find meaning elsewhere in life. I agree with Wendell Jamieson when, in his piece for The New York Times, he claims that the film is “a terrifying, asphyxiating story about growing up and relinquishing your dreams … It is a story of being trapped, of compromising, of watching others move ahead and away, of becoming so filled with rage that you verbally abuse your children, their teacher, and your oppressively perfect wife”.

Other Christmas films rarely get so terrifying. Home Alone might have its unhappy moments, but you certainly never see the McCallister family in despair because they believe their life insurance is worth more than their existence. The film may feature angels and an alternate reality, but it is among the most realistic of Christmas films.

One of the most harrowing moments is set in the midst of a blizzard, when George is standing on a bridge over a roaring river. His eyes gleam wildly in the black and white shot and the film is suddenly so real that it is uncomfortable. Capra does not shy away from the darker moments of the film, but rather embraces them. This depiction of George is sadly relevant in 2018, in light of severely underfunded mental health services and the huge role debt and financial issues play in suicide rates, especially among men. Such extreme capitalist greed has fatal consequences, and not everyone has a guardian angel.

The film might have fantastic elements and embody the sentimental festive spirit we all know and love, but the real world is always interfering – be it the Great Depression, the Second World War, or simply the crushing weight of life. However, in an increasingly cynical world, perhaps we need the sort of film that shows that problems can be overcome – the sort of film that believes in the best of people. Potter may embody the harsh reality of the world as it is, but the ending shows the world as it should be; one where big banking is not the be all and end all, and where the people in a town will rally together to save one man. The kind of world that is so beautiful and hopeful that it makes me cry, because if George Bailey can be saved, then maybe we all can.

The omnipresence of Christmas in the UK, from someone who didn’t celebrate it

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It’s hard not to celebrate Christmas– you would have to try very very hard, from dodging the Broad Street market on your grocery trips to killing your social life by disappearing from Oxmas formals, bops, carols (often only realizing they are themed such after showing up) and enduring conversations on how much we all look forward to home and the vac. Any such attempt would be an inevitable failure – in this country, everything Christmas touches turns into glittering excitement and world peace.

Christmas is great, especially the cold weeks leading up to it, all mulled wine and mistotle. People seem a lot more laid back with increased wearing of ugly sweaters. Yet the actual holiday itself is arguably, for someone not going home, more of a pain: the inconvenience of reduced supermarket hours, radio silence from maintenance/customer services/parcel tracking. No cafés, no cinema, no pubs or eating out. Not much traveling or transportation either. No midnight food trucks.

Most of my annoyance, however, comes from the overwhelming pity I received from friends, college acquaintances, shop attendants, tutors and my scout for not “going home” for Christmas. Despite their good intentions I still find the sympathetic “aw that’s sad” inherently presumptuous. Maybe because I didn’t grow up with Christmas, and find little personal reason to celebrate the birth of Christ.

But I suppose that depends on how you define “celebrate.”

Back home in Taiwan, school friends were soaked up in Tequila shots at a local bar with secret santa offerings on their laps loaded with quirk and creativity, trying to impress. Hours later at the club, dress code is more chic than thematic. Personally I would prefer getting some Korean barbeque– just because it’s my festive favourite–  and while away Christmas eve with a fireplace YouTube video.

Christmas does enjoy a special place in the world. It’s the climax between Halloween and New Year’s Eve, and the ultimate getaway after an exhausting term. It’s righteously religious but also pleasantly commercial. There is food and gift unwrapping and Santa. It’s the go-to filler word for journalists: pre-Christmas stock slump, no-Christmas Brexit, Trump’s Christmas visit. Without much personal connection, I still delight in the decorations, the markets, the pudding.

So how did I do Christmas this year? On Christmas eve I got a friend to make Taiwanese food for me as a late tribute to my birthday, and only vaguely remembered– at a locked side-gate in college – that it was Christmas eve. I did do something proper on the 25th though: a huge hot-pot dinner with society friends– the Sichuan spice and pork balls much more satisfying than, say, roasted turkey or cranberry sauce would have been.  Most likely because these are what I eat on Lunar New Year’s Eve, the most celebrated festival across Asia, during which family and relatives gets together for a big meal and spend the night together. Kind of like Christmas, I suppose.

It usually takes place somewhere in February, depending on the Lunar Calendar, but I stopped paying attention to exactly when it is. As international students we are usually still struggling through piles of readings during holidays that mean little more to us than Bank holidays. A few American friends who didn’t get to go home for Thanksgiving were righteously depressed, and I totally relate. Seeing my family’s Chinese New Year feast (or even mid-autumn and dragon festival) through a webcam is a Shakespearean tragedy.

Compared to the Christmas condolences, a “Happy Lunar New Year” when it does come  (not impossible to know if one opens up Google search) would be a much more sensible and caring gesture. Trust me, it would make your international friends very very happy.

All in all, I still love Christmas. It’s festive and everyone becomes friendlier– more generous even.  I am just as perfectly content here writing for Cherwell, meeting internship deadlines, all the while listening to cheesy Christmas playlists. I do love it in my own way: without celebration.

 

The Triumph of Death: the Black Death and European Art

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The plague outbreak from 1347 to 1352, known as the Black Death, resulted in the deaths of between one third and one half of all living Europeans, and around a third of those in the affected Middle East – estimated at over 50 million human lives. Sporadic outbreaks of plague were common across Europe throughout the medieval period in a pattern known as the “second plague pandemic”. Every instance of plague in this period must have been gripped by the terror that came with the memory of the Black Death. A scourge of this magnitude does not easily disappear from the memory of the survivors or their descendants.

Some artists used their work to explicitly document the scenes they themselves had survived and witnessed. One haunting portrayal is the miniature depicting the mass burial of victims in Tournai, Belgium, painted by Pierart dou Tielt. Fifteen mourners and nine coffins are crammed into the small space, and the face of each mourner is given individual attention, conveying genuine loss and sorrow. Another miniature by dou Tielt in Li Muisis’ chronicles shows an atrocity secondary to the Black Death – outside a walled city, men and women stand by as firewood is heaped onto a burning pyre, wrapped around the faces of the victims inside, Jews burnt to death as they are blamed for the pestilence.

One repeated motif in plague iconography is the arrow – it is present in Classical Antiquity, with Apollo in the the Iliad shooting a plague to the encamped Greeks, and it is not difficult to see why this tradition continued into Medieval Europe. To see a person suddenly struck by a disease, victims chosen in an arbitrary fashion, is not far from imagining an all-powerful bowman as the bringer of chaos. For the plague it is even more fitting, as for many sufferers the disease would show at a single point – the bubo in the groin, neck, or under the arm – almost as an arrow wound.

A fresco in the Priory of St André in Lavaudieu, France, shows a woman clutching arrows. She is flanked either side by piles of corpses who have been struck – for several of these victims, the arrows have hit the neck or under the arm, points where the buboes would appear. There is a social mix in the victims, with some dressed in plain peasant garb, while others are clearly clergymen. Above the woman is written “MORS”, Latin for death; she personifies death, if not the plague itself. She certainly strikes a fearful figure – her eyes are concealed and her arms are outstretched in a commanding, powerful stance that dominates the fresco. This is an early example, perhaps from 1355, when the memory of the Black Death epidemic was fresh in the mind of the painter who had survived it. The terror it instilled in him is palpable.

A marked increase in portrayals of Saint Sebastian is seen post-Black Death, the saint who was said to have survived an execution by arrows. His arrow-struck body thus became the perfect image for a saint of plague victims – one highly conscious example is Josse Lieferinxe’s “Saint Sebastian Interceding for the Plague Stricken”, painted in the 1490s. In this oil painting Saint Sebastian, peppered with arrows, is pleading with God above the plague-ravaged city of Pavia. The disease shown here is very likely that of the Black Death; one of the grave-diggers, suddenly fallen ill, lying splayed in the street, stretches his neck to reveal the characteristic cervical bubo.

Not all examples of the effect of the Black Death on European art are so clear-cut. Chronicles of the Black Death describe close contact with the dead, and the traumatic impact of seeing mass graves and frequent exposure to rotting corpses. Boccaccio’s Decameron describes the bodies, heaped upon one another, and the townsfolk who dragged them out “with their own hands”. This may have contributed to the rise of the transi tomb, common in the fifteenth century. The transi tomb shows an image of a human body in the process of decomposition, laid out on top of the tomb itself, as if to demonstrate the process inside. Some show peaceful figures, and others show grotesquely vivid examples of putrefaction; the tomb of François de Sarra, carved around 1400, shows toads eating the man’s eyes and mouth, while worms crawl out of holes in his arms.

This memento mori belief is demonstrated in a mid-15th century poem, “a disputation betwixt the body and worms”. The poem is set during a time when “the pestilence is heavily reigning”, and ends with the maxim that “bonum est mortis meditari” – it is good to think on death. A popular example of this attitude is Danse Macabre, the dance of death, a print by Michael Wolgemut from the Nuremberg Chronicle, dated to 1493. The Danse Macabre has a joyful, almost facetious tone; the skeletons are rarely frightening, but instead are portrayed with a morbid triviality – consider the far-left skeleton in this print, playing a woodwind instrument as the others dance.

This is not to say that all depictions of death were light-hearted. To the contrary, the obsession with death spans all sorts of human responses, including intense fear, shown in the chilling “Triumph of Death” fresco from the Abatellis palace in Palermo, Italy. Dated to c.1446, the anonymous work is a monumental hellscape with great scope and attention to detail. It is a variation on a popular theme, the Triumph of Death, but is one of the most accomplished – and harrowing – versions. The scene is dominated by death, a skeleton upon a skeletal horse, bow in hand as he leaps over a crowd, effectively splitting the scene in two; the scene of death below, and of life above. He strikes down the rich and poor alike, and those surviving have their hands together in prayer, begging for mercy. Nobles, clergymen, and the poor are all shown – a strong characteristic of Triumph of Death scenes, and indeed memento mori artworks generally, is an emphasis on the universality of death. Above the skeletal horseman, life continues in the splendid garden, with a lyre player entertaining gentlemen by a fountain, and a young man walking a hunting hound. The artist’s vision: death is never far from the untroubled life.

It is hard to decide what is and what is not ‘Black Death art’. Is it really sensible to attribute all morbid or pessimistic art in Europe within a two-hundred year period to a single disease, when the period itself was not short of other instances of adversity and destruction? Perhaps it is better to consider the troubled times and religious uncertainty of the late medieval period, and to see the Black Death as a major player in the collective tragedy, than it is to attribute all such works of art solely to the Black Death alone. The strongest argument in favour of this perspective is the growing trend in macabre art prior to the 1348 outbreak – both the Triumph of the Death and the Danse Macabre topoi pre-date the catastrophe. Yet after this there is an increase in such works and, if it is not too subjective to say, an increase in the intensity with which this darkness is shown. It is realistic to assume that artistic expression and the development of artistic conventions played into the processing of a mass shared trauma, and that an emphasis on death, plague, and decay, helped survivors and descendants of survivors come to terms with the psychological wounds left by unprecedented loss.

Who cares about sustainability?

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All market statistics refer to UK markets unless otherwise stated

It’s hard to scroll far through any social media channel before reaching some environmental petition, picture of a sad orangutan, or apocalyptic prediction of the imminent genocide climate change will bring. Indeed, even Christmas ads focussed in on it, with Iceland’s effort featuring an orangutan left homeless by the destruction of its home for palm oil being banned. In my particular Oxford echo chamber, it seems like people care a lot about sustainability, so it’s confusing that it doesn’t seem like brands are really responding to it. A lot of people seem to care about palm oil and would pay slightly more for orangutan-death-free alternatives, but they’re just so hard to find (the effort of trawling through ingredients lists when you just want some mid-essay-crisis comfort food is often deal-breaking).

If people care as much as they say they do, then why has brand marketing not universally adapted? If brands all compete for buyers, why have so few cottoned on to the advantage of sustainability? Is it because consumers realistically don’t care about the environmental impacts of the food they consume (or rather that they care more about the price staying low?), or has there been some genuine lag in brand adaption?

When Ethical Consumer, a non-profit publication focussing on ethical consumerism, released their annual report on market trends for ethical products in June of this year, it seemed to suggest the latter. Leaning on survey results conducted by YouGov, they found that over 25% of all people who responded to their survey had avoided buying a product or service due to its negative environmental impact in the last year, a 65% increase since 2016. Market research by BillerudKorsnäs, a leading developer for sustainable packaging, suggested in 2017 that 72% of consumers worldwide are willing to pay more for products with packaging that brings sustainable benefits. Overall, analysis shows huge growth in the ethical market across most sectors.

The food and drink industry has seen a dramatic sustainability-shift. The meat-free market is now worth £0.65 billion, as more than 1 in 10 people are vegetarian (52% more than in 2016), and around 1 in 30 are vegan (an increase of 154% since 2016). All round, the numbers of people making sustainable swaps in their food shopping (whether it’s reducing packaging or cutting down on red meat), show a nation-wide, year-long veggie pledge mentality. Simple indicators of sustainability, such as Fairtrade or Rainforest-Alliance certification, seem to have a big sway on purchasing, with Rainforest Alliance-certified product sales growing by 24.3%.

In the fashion industry, recent attention and protests have driven up the industry for both ethical (19.9%) and second-hand (22.5%) clothing – with numerous high street brands now responding with their own “ethical ranges”.

Interestingly though, the biggest ethical market contributor isn’t wavy-garm clad vegans, but the ethical money industry. Worth almost £40 billion, it’s roughly the size of all other sectors combined, and has seen growth in investments (6.3%) and shares (9.9%) sales.

Overall then, we do generally care. And by we, I do mean mainly the younger generation. The Global Shapers Annual survey in 2017 by the World Economic Forum found that 48.8% of 18-35 year old respondents worldwide argued that climate change and the destruction of nature was the most serious global issue. We’re far more likely to be veggie and vegan, and generally more likely to check product packing for sustainability claims before making a purchase (according to The Nielson Global Survey on Corporte Social Responsibility, 51% of Millennials do this). The Ethical Consumers report also finds a gender trend, with women claiming to make more sustainable choices across all sectors.

So to recap: most people care about sustainability, and many adjust their consumer demand patterns accordingly. So why then, if demand for sustainability is increasing, have most main-stream brands not significantly reacted?

It seems that when there’s a clear-cut sustainable option like vegetarianism, buying second hand clothes, etc, people are generally taking it. The influence held even by simple signals of sustainability, such as Fairtrade or Rainforest Alliance stickers, seem to show that people want to make good choices, but realistically can’t be bothered to research every product in their fridge or wardrobe.

So maybe if more of our choices were given an obvious sustainable option, we would flock to them too.

The 2015 Neilson global report seems to agree. Brands can advertise the sustainability of their products either by marketing social and environmental impact initiatives, or by making claims to directly evidence the brand’s sustainable connections. The claim-only tactic correlates in sales growth of 7.2% – far above the average for any other tactic – yet it is used by brands representing only 2% of sales.

There is a caveat here that smaller companies are more likely to be specialised in sustainability and hence able to use claim tactics. However, even so, it seems hard to deny many big companies are missing a trick. People really do want to make good choices, and are willing to pay for it. Isn’t this where capitalism is meant to step in?

Is Louis C.K. back, and how should the comedy world respond?

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Louis C.K. is back. In November 2017, after a New York Times article detailed several sexual harassment allegations against the comedian, he released a non-apology in which he admitted to the accusations. Although these allegations had been circulating online as early as 2012, it took another five years for the public climate to swing in favour of the women speaking out. Among this wave of accusations and public outcry, C.K. removed himself from the public eye.

In August of 2018, less than a year after the allegations went public, Louis C.K. made an unannounced appearance at the Comedy Cellar in New York, where he immediately fell back into his usual routine, even including a riff about rape whistles. In the few months of his absence, YouTube videos such as “Louis C.K. – A True Comic Genius” had racked up a million views, quite apart from his many defenders on Twitter. While his first appearance at the Comedy Cellar incited controversy, and subsequent drop-ins were met with a few walk-outs and hecklers, his performances continue. Louis C.K. already is back, whether we like it or not.

The question therefore is not whether he is coming back or whether he should, but what to do now that he is. If artistic talent supposedly supersedes any ramifications for the artist’s reprehensible behavior, one approach would be to consider whether Louis CK is, in fact, a “True Comic Genius”. Is Louis C.K. as provocative, as unique, as groundbreaking as we are told he is?

Part of a tradition of stand-up comics in the vein of Lenny Bruce or George Carlin, CK is certainly competently vulgar. However, Bruce’s vulgarity, coupled with his Jewish identity, drew the ire of contemporary peacekeepers, and his 1964 trial on obscenity charges is still considered a landmark moment in discussions around freedom of speech. Carlin’s 1980s sermons against the Catholic Church were among the first of their kind in comedy.

Louis C.K. is performing the same provocative style, with no one to punch up against. He is at his funniest when he speaks about his ageing body, time being the only enemy left to a man atop the sociopolitical food chain. Many of his other bits of observational comedy about gender and race, previously widely read as daring, now leave a bitter aftertaste in light of C.K.’s admission to having harassed several women.

Someone who proves that people who do not face any structural oppression can, in fact, be funny without being offensive or boring is John Mulaney. His sets, conventional from a formal perspective, draw on a vintage, music-hall aesthetic, which is bolstered by his talent with imitations. Additionally, his keen awareness of word choice renders his anecdotal, observational comedy both specific and charmingly absurd. Mulaney, aware of the problem of punching down, largely avoids political content.

Currently, the best observational comedy, political and otherwise, is being made by younger comics who are as hilarious as they are formally daring. A second approach to C.K.’s return, then, is to support talented, innovative comedians whose careers are made most difficult by a climate of sexual harassment and suppression of certain voices in comedy.

Among these is Catherine Cohen, a Brooklyn comic and self-described “obnoxious wench”, who performs hybrid sets of stand-up and musical comedy, wherein she croons lines as iconic as “boys never wanted to kiss me/so now I do comedy”. Or Chris Fleming, whose live shows are as multi-medial as his YouTube videos, where he intersperses samples of the Dave Matthews Band with performances as a gender-bending “he-niece of Lucifer”, or green-screens himself into a football stadium during an otherwise classical stand-up monologue about Anxiety

What these comedians have in common is an ironic approach to how their identities shape the reception of their work. Their sharp eye for hyper-specific observational comedy easily trumps the generalisations of C.K.’s grouchy old man persona. Where he removes himself from the ridiculous, mocking what he does not understand, they mock what they do, but wish they didn’t – from anxiety over sexism to hipsters. This interest in undermining the ego of the Comic Genius pervades their bodies of work. The way they self-consciously emulate one-(wo)man shows to underline the egotistical tint of any stand-up set. How they collaborate with performers across different genres. Their interdisciplinary talents, from musical composition over graphic design, TV writing, podcasting, sketch comedy, and dance, to the way they market their own work online – it’s pure genius. Maybe that YouTube video’s title is right. The way to respond to Louis C.K.’s return, and to approach comedy at large, is to support True Comic Genius.

03/1: The article formerly read that Mitra Jouhari created a dance routine to Beyoncé’s ‘Love on Top’ – in fact this was devised by Sunita Mani. 

Aquaman review: DC’s latest offering fails to marvel

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Marvel and DC have fought for domination within the superhero genre since 2013, when DC jumped on the bandwagon of extended universes with the release of Man of Steel. Though both brands are enjoying success, Marvel films are generally more lauded than DC’s offerings. While Marvel has smashed records and sparked hype with Avengers Infinity War and Black Panther, DC has disappointed fans and critics alike with Justice League. Though its latest offering of Aquaman has set records for Warner Bros. in China and beaten Infinity War in presales, its lack of depth and complexity won’t help DC in struggling out from the shadow of its rival. It is far superior to Justice League, but is certainly no Wonder Woman.

After brief appearances in Batman v Superman and Justice League, we finally discover Arthur Curry’s origin story. The underwater Kingdom of Atlantis, ruled by Arthur’s half-brother King Orm (Patrick Wilson), seeks to unite the people of the Ocean and to strike against the surface world. In a typical tale of origin-seeking and assuming of responsibility, it is up to Aquaman to prevent a full-scale war by reclaiming his birthright and searching for the Trident of Atlan.

In a time when we are persistently warned by scientists of the dangers of global warming and rising sea levels, the plot’s focus on the issue of sea pollution makes Aquaman surprisingly topical. But the film fails to take full advantage of this contemporary conundrum. The war between land and sea is not fully resolved at the end of the film though Arthur is accepted as King of Atlantis, the issue of the damage being inflicted upon the ocean is left hanging in the air. The film narrows down its set-up of an expansive conflict to a simple battle for a throne, yet fails to do so with the excitement and ingenuity managed by shows such as Game of Thrones.

Yet director James Wan has created enchanting visuals, as the film delights in the colourful and vibrant shots of Atlantis that seem to transport the viewer to this hidden and alien world. The well-choreographed fight scenes provide the excitement and tension a scene in which Arthur prevents a group of pirates from hijacking a nuclear submarine stands out as particularly visually enthralling. This is a film made to be enjoyed on the big screen. Its heavy reliance on CGI is not, for once, a pitfall, but creates a magical effect in bringing a setting as complexly imaginative as Atlantis to the screen.

But what the film makes up for in visuals, it loses in character dynamic. The intimacy between Arthur and Princess Mera (Amber Heard) feels forced. The relationship between the two offers enough to the viewer without an unnecessary addition of romance, and the romance itself offers little to the plot. Wan could perhaps learn from Rogue One’s presentation of a compelling relationship between male and female protagonists that does not rely on romance. The forbidden love between the Queen of Atlantis (Nicole Kidman) and lighthouse keeper Thomas Curry (Temuera Morrison) is an example of better writing, however, and imbues the film with the air of fairytale through a touching and beautifully shot opening scene.

DC is known for being tonally darker than Marvel, but Aquaman feels lighter than previous entries, though the attempts at humour fluctuate between being delivered with perfect comedic timing and falling completely flat.  The crucial let-down remains the lack of depth given to the majority of the characters even Jason Momoa’s Aquaman could have been fleshed out more. This superficial use of character is disappointing, as DC manages to cultivate character complexity in their TV work, particularly in Legends of Tomorrow, that somehow fails to translate into their films.

Aquaman makes for pleasant viewing, but proves unable to repeat Wonder Woman’s winning formula. Marvel manages a successful balancing act of characterisation and plot that DC so far cannot live up to. If DC is ever to give Marvel a proper run for its money, it will have to start producing films that are much more than just ‘fine’.

The decline of Wonderland: festive fun or Christmas consumerism?

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Since Christmas’s modern conception in the mid-Victorian period, the festive season has always seemed to be under threat from capitalism, commercialism and immigration; all which allegedly seek to demean and dilute the ‘true meaning of Christmas’. Seeing as Christmas is still going strong and has been taken up and adapted by different people through the years, I would be reluctant to say it has declined, especially as the option to worship and celebrate at a church is still open if you are not too busy complaining about the moral decay of contemporary Christmas.

That is not to say that there haven’t been trends in how we celebrate Christmas and more generally the winter season. On the continent, markets selling handcrafted gifts, warm spiced wine, and street food have been around for decades. This idea has now been popularised in the UK in the form of a quasi-imagined Bavarian market complete with elements such as Oktoberfest and bratwurst. Such markets bring in families, couples and friends eager to have fun in the sometimes depressing and cold winter months. The most infamous of these is Hyde Park’s ‘Winter Wonderland’ which had been around for a decade before the rest of the country seemed to catch on.

Large-scale winter festivities aren’t new to the capital; when the Thames froze over during the ‘Little Ice Age’ people would come together to play games, eat, ice skate, and sell goods. Whether they had to pay £5 for some churros and scout out the perfect Instagram photo opportunity in 1688 is quite another matter of course. I’ve always been more a summer person but in recent years a love for mulled wine and the aforementioned churros made me more accepting of chilly spells. By this definition, ‘Winter Wonderland’ was a perfect way to spend an evening in London.

My intention for the evening was for something cute and slightly clichéd, but it quickly turned into something more crowded and consumerist. The cost of this event is a different matter altogether considering the high prices in London. But most people are aware of this and would be naïve to assume otherwise. I only intended to go on a couple of rides and buy some £5 mulled wine as a treat, the latter of which I gave up on because of the lack of seats. Still, you can enjoy Christmas markets without spending any money by taking a walk and soaking in the festive atmosphere – but even this proved to be impossible with the crowds.

I will mention that we visited on a Saturday evening which in hindsight was a terrible idea. It’s clear that they were unable to cope with the sheer volume of people entering: the site was filled with litter and it was impossible to find seats in the Bavarian Village. Despite the venue’s best attempts at crowd control in Hyde Park and the areas nearby, it was apparent that the evening was quite chaotic for everyone. Those with small children deserve a medal for their bravery and patience in bringing a five year- old into such a busy environment. The event also impacts the rest of London with the closure of some tube stations.

The issue is not the entertainment. Warm drinks, ice skating, rides and markets are a lovely way to spend time with loved ones over the festive season. Only a real cynic would take issue with this. But Hyde Park’s Winter Wonderland has become a behemoth, logistically impossible and perhaps overhyped extortionate vehicle of money wasting and consumerism. Part of the appeal of European style Christmas markets is that they offered something quainter and low-key; a wholesome activity in the Winter season which all ages can enjoy. The London prices and queues near Hyde Park indicate that this is no longer the case. However, not all Christmas Markets are defunct: countless towns and cities across the UK host them. York, Birmingham and Chester are just a few of the better-known ones, but there is likely to be one very nearby if you do some research.

It’s not all bad though: as we were packed into slow-moving crowds at Knightsbridge tube station, we were relieved that the worst of Winterland was over and we could easily find a pub to enjoy a glass of mulled wine in peace, away from the chaos, the crowds, and the mindless Christmas consumerism.

Australia versus India: the perfect ending to Christmas Day

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When on December 26th, 1975 a West Indies side widely regarded to be the finest on the globe took to the field for day one of the Melbourne test match, an 86,000-strong throng of Australians were offered a glimpse at what would become a staple of the cricketing summer for years to come: The Boxing Day Test Match.

With the series tied at 1-1 at Christmas, the West Indies’ dominant display to level at the WACA just a week earlier prominent in the Aussie psyche, express-quicks Jeff Thomson and Denis Lillee ran riot to dismiss the opposition cheaply. Thomson ripped out the top order and picked up the first five; Lillee bowled Viv Richards and claimed the next four. The Australian opening pair cruised into the end of play and the appetite was well and truly whet for the cricketing carnival to become a regular tradition.

Australia won the test by 8 wickets and went on to crush the series 5-1, collective Christmas hangovers remedied by high-class test cricket being played at full throttle between two ferociously competitive sides. Although the official inception of the occasion in the calendar, stymied initially, but no doubt ultimately moulded by Kerry Packer’s drive to modernise cricket with his newfangled World Series, didn’t arrive until 1980, the test is widely regarded to be the precursor of the sporting bucket-list-behemoth that exists today.

Although at the height of summer for Melburnians, for English cricket fans the contest provides the perfect curtain call to a long hard day of festivities, the pitch report creeping ever closer as Waternoose is finally thwarted in Monsters Inc., team news filtering through as repeats of Outnumbered finally run out, and the first ball arriving, a shiny conker glistening like a seamed-Christmas bauble, as the apprehension finally takes its toll on the family, out like lights on the adjoining sofa.

You stare out the window and imagine you’re there, greeted by an amphitheatre of noise as Chris Tremlett steams in from his mark. Somehow, he extracts steep and rearing bounce from the cold and wet tarmac in your front driveway and Shane Watson, glove uprooted from the handle, can only fend to Kevin Pietersen. You’re transported back to your front room as the clock ticks past midnight; in the dying embers of the day, the perfect gift arrives.

In recent years, the Melbourne test has not been as much of a happy hunting ground – for England supporters, of course, but for bowlers, aficionados of genuine contest, and groundsmen alike too. Since that famous triumph for England in 2010, Australia have comprehensively farmed the match, winning five of the past seven, including revenge over England in 2013 in front of the largest crowd ever drawn. In that span, Steve Smith averages 136 at the ground and has registered four consecutive centuries.

No, it’s not that attendances have dwindled as such – the Ashes continues to attract like bees to nectar – or that Australia have never been successful before – between 1999 and 2007 the side won nine consecutive Boxing Day Tests – more that the Melbourne test has just been starved of a genuine white-collar rivalry to enliven the coliseum; the ball fizzing and spitting through to the keeper and the Australians offered some bite for their bark.
No series has arrived in Melbourne alive and in the balance since England used success as a springboard to a first away Ashes win since 1987. Until now.

As Virat Kohli and co. roll into town, their bowling pack firing down bouncers as if crafted in an outback lab and the skipper registering his 6th ton in the country – more than any current Australian batsman – the series lies tantalisingly balanced at one apiece, just as it did on that day in 1975, when the prescient Australian public witnessed the birth of a true spectacle. Whilst they cannot have foreseen the gem that is Rishabh Pant in close proximity to a stump microphone, the re-drawing of the battle lines between Kohli and Tim Paine at the newly-christened Perth Stadium has produced a rivalry, rough around the edges but largely the right side of the moral compass, reminiscent of old.

The cornerstone to India’s desperate attempts to draw first blood in SENA countries (South Africa, England, New Zealand and Australia) , the test match once more has a licence to thrill. BT Sport’s coverage ensures a blockbuster reprisal in its role at the epilogue of the Christmas schedule awaits, but it is also the fitting conclusion to a belting year of Test cricket, unique by nature and incomparable in full flow. Book-ended between Alistair Cook’s heroic vigil and the present day has been an emphatic reaffirmation that the game’s purest pursuit is doing just fine.

Sandpaper aside, although the punishments handed down will surely mitigate the development of ball tampering in years to come, the year has been punctuated with several competitive and thrilling series; with precious away victories; clinics of probing bowling and obdurate batting. According to Australian statistician Ric Findlay, the number of centuries and five-fors are in perfect harmony for the first time: there has been 65 of each (in 2014, for example, there were 110 centuries and 50 five-fors), and but for late cameos from Mushfiqur Rahim and Tom Latham the year would also be uniquely deficient in double-centuries.

There are signs too that Test cricket can co-exist, and mutually benefit, the burgeoning global sphere of Twenty-20 cricket. Ireland and Afghanistan have test status thanks to their exploits in the shorter formats. The ICC Test Championship no doubt draws its origins in the myriad league tables of franchise cricket. Day-night and four-day trials have arisen from the same school of thought.

As Christmas comes to a close, take solace in the fact that test cricket never will.

Nothing beats a traditional German Christmas market

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Food markets are always unique and fun ways to eat something different, but there is something about Christmas markets that is even more special. There is nothing quite like strolling past dainty wooden huts with a hot cup of mulled wine, peering in at the artisanal Christmas tree decorations or stacks of home baked biscuits. An originally German tradition, but increasingly popular throughout Europe and North America, Christmas markets were born as simply a festive version of the markets that regularly took place in town squares.

As any Christmas enthusiast can testify, no two Christmas markets are the same: there is great variety, and really no rules about what kind of food you may find there. However, in Germany, as well as other north-eastern European countries, the tradition of the Christmas market is more established than it is in the UK, and Christmas market food and drink is more predictable as a result, with the same familiar Christmas treats to be found in most markets. As well as mulled wine, you will find German egg liquor punch, large gingerbread-type biscuits in the shape of hearts, roasted nuts, fruit dipped in chocolate, and of course, plenty of sausages. Beyond this, every region has its specialities which cannot be missed, such as stollen — a Christmas cake with candied fruit from Dresden. Not far from there, in Prague, the mulled wine and nuts remain, but different Czech foods appear: cones of sweet roasted dough dusted in sugar and cinnamon, as well as spit-roasted hams. This doesn’t exclude, of course, the presence of other, less traditional or not especially Christmassy foods, as are more common in British Christmas markets. Churros, chips, crepes and doughnuts, for example, are as present in continental markets as they are on the Broad Street Christmas market. It does seem that we have fewer Christmas culinary treats suitable for outdoor markets in the UK, apart from the beloved mulled wine and mince pies, which may be the reason British Christmas markets seem to host a wider variety of street food rather than the same seasonal foods.

Of course, Christmas markets are not only about food, we cannot forget the lights, decorations, music, and good company. When a carol, or ‘All I Want for Christmas’ is playing, and you are taking in the scene with a friend, seasonal cheer can be achieved whatever you happen to be eating or drinking.

Homelessness is not just for Christmas

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The Britannia Royal Hotel, Hull, caused outrage early last week by cancelling a charity booking reserved for 28 homeless people.

Carl Simpson, of Raise the Roof Homeless Project, initiated the £1,092 charity venture in the hope of providing two nights of welcome relief for some of Hull’s rough sleepers over the Christmas period. Their mission had been unduly aborted. A spokesperson for the hotel cited a call from someone claiming to be from the charity, who had warned of “trashing of rooms, fires, theft of hotel goods and property and damage to property” at last year’s event, in an attempt to explicate the hotel’s decision to cancel. Ibis, host of the 2017 Christmas booking, denies that this was the case and the Project itself has denounced the accusations as “lies”. That the Royal Hotel’s actions stem from a discriminatory stance towards the homeless community seems to be undeniable. The cancellation is a perfect distillation of the nation-wide stigma attached to the issue of homelessness and the homeless themselves in the UK. The hotel must come to terms with the media backlash and public outcry they have incited.

For me, the actions of the Britannia Royal Hotel provoke a second, more fundamental consideration about the nature of homelessness in the UK. Upon reading the story we should feel uncomfortable, even outraged, with the hotel’s myopic, insensitive handling of the whole affair. Their defence is anecdotal at best and insulting at worst, and the criticism levelled against them is rightfully scathing. But, if we are to take a step back from the specifics we see reported in the news, the detached observation is a simple one: an isolated mistreatment of a group of homeless people at their most vulnerable has rightly created public outcry. The story in the news is a demonstration of the media and the public’s increased perceptiveness towards the issue of homelessness during the harsh winter months. But homelessness is not a seasonal problem.

It is easy to see why homelessness is often perceived as a more pertinent issue over Christmas. The sub-zero temperatures and stark weather patterns constitute a severe or even fatal threat to anyone living rough on the streets – a horrific reminder of this came when a homeless man collapsed and died outside Parliament just this week. Indeed, during the winter of 2017, the Bureau of Investigative Journalism reported the deaths of at least 78 homeless people in the UK. The severity of the problem is further magnified by the fact that much of the rest of the population spends the festive period exchanging presents and sipping mulled wine in the warmth of their own homes. But it is not enough to take most notice of homelessness at a time when its most obvious effects are pronounced, where rough sleepers are literally freezing to death on the streets. We should do more to fight for pre-emptive measures.

On the same day as news about the Britannia Royal Hotel’s cancellation broke, Lord John Bird wrote in an article for The Big Issue, the publication which he founded: “Treating poverty of this kind as a seasonal concern gets you nowhere fast. We have a system that you might call winter comfort. Yet the reason why people are homeless – and why we need to help them – happens in all the other seasons.” In other words, the issue of homelessness simply doesn’t remain in the headlines for long enough. Lord Bird further claimed in the article that he has refused to be interviewed by TV and radio stations about homelessness this Christmas. His actions constitute a protest at the media’s seemingly fickle shows of sympathy towards the issue, until the next, more exciting item comes up on their agenda.

Importantly, the fact that the Christmas period helps to raise awareness about homelessness is certainly a good thing, but we should do more to spread this awareness and focus our attention on the systematic causes of homelessness. Not enough is being done to tackle the issues of mental health, rising house prices, and the generally negative public perception of rough sleepers. If we were able to maintain our concern across all seasons, there might be fewer people living on the streets at Christmas.

Although, thankfully, the Doubletree by Hilton, Hull, has offered to put the group up free of charge, with breakfast and Christmas dinner included, over these dates, they will still return to the streets after the 25th. We should not stop fighting for them once the Christmas lights have been turned off.